How you love a mystery, and how you love to solve. And, yet, there is something disappointing when the mystery is all solved. You love a mystery, and you love solving it, and yet you may love the mystery more than the solving of it. The end of wondering is often a let-down. Even when you read a mystery novel, there is something more delicious in not knowing the ending of the book than there is in turning the last page.

Yet when it comes to the sweet mystery of life, beloveds, you will enjoy the understanding of it. There will be no let-down for you. Quite the contrary. You will ride wave after wave of understanding, and you will gain even more excitement. You will ride dolphin after dolphin and be even more eager for the next. And when you have full understanding of the sweet mystery of life, you heart will still leap after the dolphins you have already ridden on.

Life will be ever more charming for you. Waves of understanding will take you to oceans of joy, and more oceans of delight, one after the other, one on top of the other until only Oneness is. You will merge with yourself and with Me, and you will be the Ocean that enjoys the rising waves and all those who ride the rising waves. You will do a somersault of yourself. You will know that you are the Ocean Deep, and you will also know that you are the waves you so enjoy.

You will enjoy the tides of life, and yet you will have surmounted them. They will no longer pull you this way or that. You will float. You will pluck the grapes of Heaven at will. You will enjoy the sights. You will see the tides as you now see the sun seemingly rise and set. You will enjoy. You will give joy.

You will jump from the moon and land in My heart. You will know that it is in My heart that the play of life takes place. This is the ocean you swim in, the Ocean of My Heart. What a great swimmer you are.

You will know that there never was a mystery to solve. It was only a mystery to embark on to find your way back to your Self, and yet there was never anywhere to go.

The birds that you hear singing from your open window are announcing Me to you. Singing birds are clearly My press agents. How beautiful are the songs they sing.

You too sing of Me. You sing many verses of My song. You sing infinite verses. Like the birds, you can't help it. The song of life is the song offered from My heart. You make variations of My song. My song may not be recognizable to you, and yet it is nevertheless My song you sing.

What verse will you sing today? From your repertoire, which verse? Make up a new one as you go along. Make up a verse that has never been made up before.

You sing variations of My Song, and you sing them to Me. Acknowledged or not, you are My musician, and you sing the song I sing to you. You are the singer and the song, and yet you know not what you sing. You may not know the magnificence of it. You may not know the magnificence of one grain of rice or a leaf that buds or falls from a tree. They are all the same, beloveds. It makes no difference, and yet you make a difference.

Life is presented to you, and you sing it. You sing to the High Heavens whether you know it or not. It is a love song you sing whether you know it or not. My song goes like this.